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Mistress for a Weekend

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Overview

Nora Lang needs the most dangerous man she can find!

Enter tycoon Blake MacLeod. He normally prefers sophisticated blondes that don ' t require too much of his brainpower. But Nora ' s a challenge ' the perfect opportunity for a little light relief. Until she acquires some important information that he can ' t risk being leaked.

Now Blake has to make sure Nora doesn ' t leave his sight ' he ' ll make love to her for a whole weekend!

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Bio of Susan Napier

Susan Napier was born (appropriately, for a romance writer) February 14, St. Valentine's Day, in Auckland, New Zealand. She was 11 years old when her first story was published ' on the children's page of a daily newspaper ' and from that time on she was a confirmed scribbler. By the time she graduated from high school she was determined to make writing her full-time career. Her first job was as a reporter at the Auckland Star, the city's leading evening newspaper. It was there that she met her archetypal hero, the newspaper's tall, dark, and handsome chief reporter, Englishman Tony Potter. In the best traditions for romance, Susan and Tony fell in love, married, and have raised two sons, Simon and Ben, both of whom are now studying at university in Auckland. After her marriage Susan left the newspaper to work for several years as a script writer/researcher/production assistant for a film company, and it is there that she learned the craft of writing dialogue, so essential for a successful novelist. After her sons were born she worked as a freelance documentary scriptwriter before deciding that it was time to try her hand at writing the kind of fiction that she enjoyed reading. It took Susan nearly two years to finish her first manuscript, which was accepted by Mills & Boon in London after an extensive rewrite, which took almost another year. By the time Sweet Vixen was published in 1983 she had had a second book accepted, and was working on a third. The year 2000 saw her 30th book published by Harlequin Mills & Boon. Susan and Tony still live in the house they bought soon after their marriage, next to a nature reserve in a leafy suburb of Auckland. However, extensive renovations have provided for their expanding lives, including a book-crammed office for Susan, sprawling living quarters and a large, solar-heated, saltwater pool in a sunny, paved courtyard. Tony now works for a national Sunday newspaper and retains his hero status in her life, serving as a constant source of inspiration and information for her books. Their sons, who divide their time between studying and competing at national and international track-and-field meets, still live in the family home; and with their girlfriends and friends, two cats (one timid and one bad-tempered), and Susan's elderly parents living nearby, her nonwriting time is mostly taken up with coping with the happy chaos of family life. And reading romances, of course! Susan can be contacted at: P.O. Box 18-240, Glen Innes, Auckland 1130, New Zealand.

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Imprint

Harlequin Enterprises

Filesize

616.50 KB

Number of Pages

192

eBook ISBN

1552545946

Excerpt from: Mistress for a Weekend by Susan Napier

BLAKE MACLEOD had been watching the young woman for some time before she became aware of his presence.

At first it had merely been out of idle curiosity. He'd happened to be glancing her way when she had tottered out of the lift and his attention had been caught by the paleness of her freckled face in the wash of the overhead light, and the abruptness with which she had halted, regarding the revolving floor of the restaurant with ill-concealed dismay. Her teeth had dug deep into her lower lip as her gaze resolutely avoided the circular sweep of floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the lights of the rain-washed city twinkling far below, fastening instead on the metal joints in the carpet where the fixed central column of Auckland's Sky Tower became the slowly rotating platform which formed the main body of the restaurant.

In any other circumstances Blake probably wouldn't have given the unprepossessing lone female a second glance, but he had been feeling dangerously bored and ripe for any form of distraction. He had only attended the party under pressure, as a courtesy to his host, a valued business client, and he was already calculating the earliest he could leave without giving offence. Once he would have relished the opportunity to rub shoulders with a room full of movers-and-shakers, but at thirty-three he was well past the stage where he felt the need to impress.

From his vantage point by one of the seamless windows, he had studied the latecomer over the heads of the partygoers as she hovered uncertainly in the elevated reception area, a folded umbrella clutched to her chest in a white-knuckled grip, her figure shrouded by the damp folds of a voluminous brown raincoat. She stood out from the colourful crowd like an ordinary house sparrow amidst a pride of peacocks. Her hair was a nimbus of brown curls frothing out around the blanched oval of her face and Blake guessed that, her style of coiffure notwithstanding, she had found the ride in the glass-fronted lift a hair-raising experience.